How I Feel Lyrics

Feel like where the love at , all that shit done turned to hate

And all this pain I feel I cannot seem to hide it off my face

I miss my granny, I know she gone be waiting up at them gates

A lot of shit a nigga been through, but I don't like to vent

Cause don't nobody even care, and when you die they gonna forget

Don't come pull up on this block, you gonna get your wig split

Bout my money, I need my guap, they be mad I'm getting to it

I'm doing drills in a Buick ,and you a bitch you will not do it

Better stay up in the house, you better off making the music

And that chopper gotta kick it, kill a nigga if I use it

And I don't wanna do no drugs, but you know I'm gone abuse it

So I'm smoking on my own, tryna make this fucking music, suwxp

Pull up on that timing, bitch you know I got my too-lie

A lot of people left my life, you know I had to keep it moving

Told myself not to reminisce, so nigga not gone do it

And I been tryna get that bag, but everybody been into it

They gonna make a nigga mad, I'm fucked up and start shooting

Let the whole clip off, broad day I'm tryna do him

And I'm running up them racks, lil' bitch I'm steady chewing

And they tryna tell me what the fuck to do or what I'm doing

Gotta make my next move the best move, I can't be screwing

Tryna tell them how I feel, but I can't get myself to do it

But imma do it on this song, that's why I be making music

I know they don't understand me, hope one day they will

And I ain't never tryna backtrack, I'm walking with the steel

That nigga try to take my life, we double back and take from his

And I been dying on the inside, but nobody can see it

I never tried to be a tough nigga, I'm living how I live

And when I die, all my problems, they gone fucking disappear

So I ain't finna stress about it, finna rock out while I'm here

And I been going up in level, niggas not even at my tier

And I been tryna run away from the pain, but it's near

Gotta face what I made, can't go running, can't go shield

I just wanna make it out, and then go move up to the hills

I wanna do it independent, I ain't tryna sign no deal

Making plays, broad day, John Madden, I'm in the field

And I been tryna do right, it go left, I do not get it

Finna put a switch on the back of the Glock and hit your fitted

His mama crying on the news, but I don't know who the fuck done did it